The South western news., 1887-05-18

no opportunity to uudeceive him
or'to deceive him agaiA, hut started
Immediately as he said for other
scenes. amid which, be hoped t.
forget his wrongs, and lose sight
of the face which haunted his wax
enlng and his sleeping hours,
tie visited all the notable sight.
seeing places in our own beautiful
land. He Travelled over the wide
rth.and wandering about the sun
ny south and when he founl he
could not forget her, then he said,
i will put the ocean between us;
while our feet tread the same land,
while the same skies are over our
heads, | cannot forget her Twill
visit the old world and surely IL
the wondrouS scenes, and all the
new associations which will he
around me there, | may learn to
forget or if lot to forget. my
wounds will be healed. Oh, wo-
man thy name is inconsistency
But, Oh! Man, thy name is in
consistency. e visited London
great, busy, crowded, grand and
filthy London. He found much
food for thought.for Thoughts that
breathe and words that burnt he
wandered over the bonnie banks
and braes OF auld Scotland, visited
many of the scenes OF Sir Walter
SCOTS old tales-Old yet ever new.
From thence he went to Paris, the
seat of fashion and gaiety; one
whole year he spent in wandering
over the vine-clad hills of Switzer.
land; thence TO the CLASSIC shades of
Greece, and to the land of sunny
skies. Everywhere he was greatly
respected, but he made few friends;
people called him the'proud Amer
ican;' he became more bitter and
cynical than ever, and thought
that his disappointment gave him
right to be so.
But he could not lose remember
ancc of her he had left-the mem.
DRY of departed days chung to
his heart, and he could not Danish
regret amid these scenes they had
so often talked of visiting together.
At length, when nearly FIVE years
had dragged their weary length
along, he determi led to retrace his
steps and turn his face homeward.
His pen had not been idle during
all these years, but many an elo-
quent word from foreign lands had
found its way across the sea, from
the gifted and popular author,
whose name still rising in Fame's
calendar. He pursued his home.
ward journey, but slowly; linger-
ing again at many OF the the spots
he had hastily viewed before.
In Paris, one day walking slow.
ly in the Rue St. Marie. an appear
lation appeared before him. which
almost stunned him with surprise.
"Duuton!'
'Coreyp were the involuntary
ordinations of both. The recog,
milton was mutual and simultan>
eous--o his part it became cold
and distant, as recollection of the
asst meeting flashed across him. Tc
the other it was pleasant to see 9
home face in a strange land
well, Dunton, l scarcely knew
you, you look too much of the for
eigner; / fear you have forgotten
your native land entirely in the
love of your adopted one.
oh, no indeed, returned Mark,
4 am on my homeward bounc
trip, but am progressing but slow
ly, picking up and reviewing ole
scenes before bid them adieu for
ever. Have you been here long?
L came to Paris three month
ago. replied Grey, and shall b,
here only two weeks more. Thu
is business trip with me-
is your--is your family Will
your Faltered Dunton.
My family?' queried Corey. It
: whom do you refer? | had non
but mother, and | buried her
. years ago
Il thought-perhaps you wer
msrricd--ot course before this